She closed the picture and sat perfectly still, listening. She got up went out into the library and looked around again. Silence. She went back to her...office. Closed her door. Sat down at her computer… and double-clicked on the first picture in the series. She was standing next to her boss’s desk, looking upset, as he brandished a handful of papers at her. Obviously she’d made some kind of big mistake. Click. Theresa closed the picture. Unable to help herself, she double-clicked on the next. " Yeah, well, I guess I sortta burned that bridge when I left this evening. I suppose I'll go over to gramps and stay there for a while. At least until I find somewhere else or I get kicked out. Bill, I guess it's ok to miss work the rest of the week isn't it?" Hell, yeah. Don't sweat it. If you need more time give me a call Sunday night or early Monday and we'll work something out. Let us know where and when the services are, too, please."They laid Jerome Mans to rest Saturday in the local. I moved to boring little Ottawa because my parents had no money for my schooling. My father, Etienne Mondesir is a police officer in Boston and my mother Astrid Xavier Mondesir is a schoolteacher. They’re not rich folks. And although I was accepted at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, without dough I couldn’t go. My uncle Leonard, my father’s little brother, is an accountant living in Ottawa with his wife Janelle and their two daughters. While visiting us in Boston, he proposed to my. ." she hesitated. I put out my hand to her chin, cupped it and brought her closer to me. I could see, by the scant light of the remaining candles, tear streaks down her cheeks.She didn't say anything and I put her face in both of my hands and pulled her closer. I kissed her, softly. She melted, just a little, sagging towards me. Lou still had her hand on my shoulder and I could feel her breath on my neck. I twisted, just enough to reach behind me and pull Lou around me. She did as I thought she.